by Arthur Kay |
His hands were back behind her neck and he was pushing his ass off the chair slightly,
gently mouth-fucking her. They had an excellent rhythym going. He knew he
was close to shooting off, but he didn't want it to end. It felt too good. Hold
out, he thought to himself, make it last, Buddy. He did his best to hold out, and he did for a while, but it was finally way to much for him to control. He felt his balls rise and pucker up in a prelude to his cumming. He gave Luce the taste-my-cum words, "Just the head, baby, just the head!" She scooted up from the deep-throat spot to a point where her lips were just equal to the cockhead's ridge. Tag knew, and she knew he knew, that she wanted to feel it cum, taste the cum, not have it go directly into her stomach. What fun was there in that? She was still massaging his rising balls when she felt the first of the cum start to travel under her thumb at the base. It rippled beneath her thumb as it made its short trip to her mouth. However, even before it reached its destination, she felt another distinct ripple. She knew she was about to get a mouthful. And she loved the thought. She wiggled her tongue across the underside, tickling the glan penis, urging the cum on. As if it needed any urging! Most men, so it's said, cum a full teaspoon, but Tag wasn't like most men. His usual, run-of-the-mill cum load was around three tablespoons. Which means, if you're up on your cooking equivalency measurements, nine of those teaspoons. He was one heavy cummer, old Taggart was. Two times in his life, to two women's chagrin, his load was so big it was choked on and it actually came out their nostrils. He avoided this from happening again by educating any woman who wanted to taste him, to swallow, swallow, swallow. One of the hapless women just happened to be Lucy, on her first time out. Lucy was now ready to swallow. His first spurt was so forceful it not only hit the back of her throat, it slid down somewhat. Swallow. This was followed by four more throat-hitting spurts with a well-timed swallow here and a swallow there by Lucy. Her mouth had filled fully twice so far and she could even smell the muskiness of his cum. Then came his usual puddling effect. Cum just poured out of his cockhead, bubbling out, finding her tongue, and flooding her mouth a third time. This time, Lucy did what she loved to do. She swished the large amount of cum around in her mouth before swallowing it all. She loved to feel it coating the entire interior of her mouth, even her teeth. To her, it tasted like heaven would taste if heaven was a flavor. A cum flavor, at that. She moaned as she swallowed it all. And fingered herself very quickly. His cockhead still in her, she opened her mouth wide and said, "Oh, Dod, I'm cubbin' abain!" Tag understood every mumbled word. She then vacuum sucked his cock clean for a few minutes. Finally, removing her mouth, she looked up at him, a glazed, sleepy look in her eyes. "Oh, Tag, that was so fucking good!" He just nodded as he tweaked a nipple. She shuddered and pulled away. "Oooh!" She shuddered again, her legs trembling. "Oh, Taggy, I'm gonna be tasting you all day!" She now felt playful once more. She reached out and grabbed her cockophone again. It was now limp in her hand. "To anyone who can hear me, the big, one-eyed beast is dead . . . Oh, No! Wait!" Using her thumb and forefinger, she squeezed Tag's cockhead, opening and closing the pee hole. "It's still alive! It's winking at me, the cocky fucker. Hold on!" She reached out and pushed her tongue into the pee hole and wiggled it around. "I've just stuck my tongue into its eye and I think that did it." She squeezed the cockhead and wiggled it back and forth, twirling its limpness all around. "Yep, he's down for the count. No signs of life. Now, if his two pals, Ike and Mike, don't get him outta here, I'm gonna bite his big, fucking head off! Over and out!" She leaned forward as if to do just that. Tag, shamming great fear and cupping both hands over his genitals, jumped back a foot. He laughed as she stood up. :Luce, I swear, you should do a one-woman show on, or off Broadway. I know I'd pay a ton to see it!" "See it? Shit, Taggy, I ain't doing it unless your big, one-eyed monster co-stars!" "Does it get top billing?" "No, Taggy Waggy, I'm the star, so I get to be on top." She giggled. "Besides, it doesn't have any lines to learn!" She giggled again. "Yeah, you say that now, but knowing you, you'll expect it to growl on cue." Now he giggled. "So?" she said. "Is that asking too much from a co-star?" Tag loved the natural humor in Lucy, whether before, during, or after sex. It made sex all the more fun. Even sexier somehow. His last girlfriend, what's-her-face? was all serious and no nonsense when they fucked. Any display of humor on his part, however mild, she regarded as a slap in the face. A rebuff to her sexual femininity. He now regarded her as a dope. Now, knowing what he just loved to do afterward, Lucy sat on the edge of his desk and spread her legs, her pussy in clear sight. He leaned forward in his chair and, without saying a word, buried his head into her crotch area. Early in their game, and out of curiosity, she had asked him why he liked doing this, eating her out after any form of sex. "Shit, woman," he had said. "there are two reasons. One, I want you truly satisfied. Way satisfied. And two, I love eating a pussy when it's hot and steamy after cumming. It feels fantastic to me. You have any objections, Ma'am?" "Objections?" she had said. "Fuck, if my wimp of a husband had your philosophy, I'd still be married to the frigging twerp!" But that was then and this is now. Tag not only ate her pussy, he devoured it. Shit, he even nose-fucked her! His lower face was soon covered with her feminine juices. He tongued her gently and roughly and alternated between the two. He became a frenzied pussy eating maniac! Just like me, by the way. He would lick her clit and then suck on it. Perhaps bite it gently. He would swirl his tongue all over the place, making her squeal with pleasure. Driving her from one orgasm to another. He was fucking relentless in his desire to pleasure her. And she loved him for it. Her moans, groans, and yells told him that much. And he was all ears. As he chewed and licked her to a state of madness, he played with her breasts, her nipples. His hands stroked her back and the top of her ass, the plumpiness of them pleasurable to his hands. He licked her inner thighs. In a word, he drove her nuts and made her involuntarily wiggle her ass on the desk and grab his head with her hands and moan, and groan, and yell. Finally, she pushed him away and jumped to her feet, wobbling a bit. "Christ, Tag, I can't take any more! Even though I want more!" She laughed. He laughed, his face covered in shiny juices. He licked his lips. She bent over and kissed him, a long kiss, with tongues flashing. He could taste his own cum. It now mixed with the taste of her pussy juices. They finally broke from the kiss. "Yummy cummy, my dear Luce. Yummy cummy for sure!" He licked his lips again and said, "Did you enjoy that, love? The way I eat you? Or do I need to work on my overall technique?" He shammed a quizzical look. "Eh?" She pulled down her mini skirt and crossed the room to get her blouse. Over her shoulder, she said, "Listen, Mr. Boneher-and- suck-her-cunt-dry, if your technique gets any better, I'll need the paramedics!" He laughed and proceeded to get dressed. Their wonderful session was over. He filled Lucy in on the new job. The free suite and all the other included amenities. She had a question. "What about me, Mr. Boneher-nice-and-hard-and-tell-her-zip?" "Oh, that's right. I didn't tell you. You, my hot tamale puss, are part of my contract, so you go where I go. Capish?" He smiled. "If you want to, that is, at almost double the salary I don't pay you now." "Capish. And I want to, at almost twice the salary I'm not getting anyway. And It'll be nice fucking you in a real bed for a change. I assume you'll have a real bed, won't you?" He nodded. "Good. And maybe you'll let me watch you fuck all those rich and married hotel broads. Huh? Can I? Can I? Can I watch?" He laughed. "Well, Luce, you know the old saying, 'Don't shit where you eat!' So I might not be doing too much rich, married lady canoodling. Don't wanna fuck up a good gig up, now do I?" He paused. "Fuck! Who am I kidding?" He laughed. Lucy giggled. "Yeah, Tag," she said. "We both know you. Real well. But can I watch?" "You'd like that?" "Yeah, I'd like to watch a rich bitch put it to you. It would turn me on a lot. And, who knows? I just might let my bi-curious side show and lick some rich pussy." "Shit, Lu, you and your roommate, Brenda, have been eating each other's pussies for years now! Bi-curious side! My ass side!" "Who told you that adulterated shit?" Her eyes had widened. "You did, dummy, when you got drunk at the last New Year's Eve party. Remember? That was the one, and so far, only time I did you and Brenda at the same time. I saw you, girl, eat her out like a champ! And Vice versa." "I plead the fifth, Mr. Boneher-and-fuck-her-roomie!" She giggled. "Well, I rest my case, old gal. Anyway, why don't you get this place all prepped up for my big time move. You know, our so-called files and such. I start the new job in two weeks, so we have plenty of time, but you know me, I don't like leaving it all until the last minute." Lucy nodded. He went on. "Now, I've gotta go and sell my car so I can pay you your back slave wages. Might as well start with a clean slate, eh?" She nodded again. Tag knew she didn't need the money. Her daddy gave her a living allowance of $35,000 a year, just for being his adorable daughter, and gave her free rent in one of the many apartment building he owned. She also had a battery of charge cards without a limit restricting any of them. Name a store, she had a card, or two . . . |